Set just outside Inferni territory, at the greenhouse.
Here is a link to show the general layout of the area/give some perspective on the size of the plot/what she's doing.
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Sweep one. Sweep two. Sweep three. There was nothing left, and nothing could go wrong. Three times now, she had tiptoed through the adjacent structures, creating separate piles of "useful junk" and "pure junk." The latter was much more impressive than the former, however, as the houses themselves were considered useless. Three of them were in really bad condition anyway--the roof had already caved in on two, and the wooden floors were rotted through in places in the third. It was all a matter of time before they came down, anyway, and Matrix thought she should accelerate the process. Really, they were eyesores.
Perhaps she was weird, but the young girl had found it a worthwhile investment of her time to fix up the old greenhouse. The glass panes were repaired and shiny; the roof was swept clean somewhat regularly; the refuse inside was cleared out, and seedlings protruded several inches from the ground. They were encouraged by the warmth of the fire in the shed she had built and the water she hauled from far away. Yes--inside of the greenhouse, things were quite merry. Perhaps it was suitable contrast for the chaos that would soon take place outside. The objective was simple: burn the motherfuckers down. (In practise, however, there were safety precautions and all of that--pah.)
She had already cleared away the brush that surrounded the nearby houses days before, and she had been waiting on a day like today. Today, the winds were calm and the fires were unlikely to spread in unexpected ways. The sky was a magnificent shade of blue, actually--it was a shame she'd have to taint it with black plumes of smoke. It was all for the sake of future beauty, and in a sense it was like reclaiming a chunk of nature from the city. The burnt down remnants would be ugly, but once they were cleared away, she intended to fill the plot of land with wild flowers and outdoor marijuana, and to plant trees along the perimeter. It would be beautiful, and in an entirely different way than the flames that now grew and swelled before her, engulfing the first of the houses to be burned down (of course, she wasn't about to tend to more than one major fire at a time). Bits of the wooden fences she tore down were soaked in petroleum and used as tinder, and they were working just splendidly. Before very long, as predicted, the fire found its way to the roof and reached toward the sky. Matrix sat back on the ground at a reasonable distance, legs sprawled out comfortably in front of her as she propped herself up with her hands and watched in awe.
